Chapter 13

It's been a week since I saw a Ghost. After that lovely dinner we had a week ago, he dismissed me to my room. I didn't argue about him dismissing me, I was happy to get the fuck away from that man.

I went into my bedroom with my head high and slammed the door. Once I slammed that door, did the tears I had been holding back to pour down my face faster than I could wipe them away.

I woke up the next morning, made sure I was dressed in something appropriate for breakfast and headed downstairs, going to wait for him just as he ordered me to do. It wasn't that I wanted to do as he ordered me, it was simply for the fact that I didn't wish to anger him more than I had the previous night.

He paid millions of dollars to have me as his sex slave, and I'm not exactly in a rush to become what I was bought for. I want to put that off as long as possible. I don't want his body touching mine, and I definitely don't want his cock inside me. I didn't even know whether I was a virgin or not.

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